Sol

I Amy paints her mouth with a worn designer lipstick. She wears a fake leather jacket with zippers in it and a stretch fabric mini skirt. Her legs are bare. She takes a deep breath, straightens her outfit and adjusts her posture. Hand on hip. Lips pouting. A taxi pulls up. She walks to the […]

Spit

I On the corner of 11th Street and 1st Avenue, blending with commuters doing the post work bustle but not one of them, Amy is tuned to a specific frequency. She scans the faces of passers by for any glance or gesture betraying the need for release. She sees him. Pretending he’s stopped to light […]